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By *rtyIan OP Man
over a year ago
Gateway to the Beacons |
In a garden where weeping willows sway,
Under the sun's gentle, warming ray,
There grows a humble, earthy delight,
A potato, in the soil, out of sight.
Nestled in the earth, so rich and brown,
It dreams of becoming a hashbrown.
Golden and crisp, a treat so fine,
In the morning light, oh how it'll shine.
But life, like a garden, has its thorns,
With challenges, like metaphorical storms.
Yet, amidst the struggles, we find our way,
Turning hardships into a brighter day.
So let's take this mucus of life's tough trials,
And mold it with care, through all the miles.
For in each experience, bitter or sweet,
Lies a lesson, in every heartbeat.
In this journey, with ups and downs we ride,
Finding strength and beauty in each stride.
From a simple potato to a dish so grand,
Life's flavors unfold, in this wondrous land.
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